The Room 101 thread - for things you hate or just having a bloody good moan

[Animalmother]

The assholes in the house next door. For the past 4 months or so they've been building a garden shed. Work is only done at the weekends and involves hammering, a high pitched table saw, drilling and yesterday a nail gun. For 4 fucking months starting at 8am until dark this goes on. They biggest question (apart from why no one has murdered them) is how the fuck does it take 4 months to build a shed?

They also have a yappy dog and a child that perpetually whines.

Smouldering rage dwells within me

[Snowy]

I have a triumvirate of neighbours, living on the corner of a V-shaped street. Two are very nice, the third is a collective of Satan's arse detritus. They have two kids, who do nothing except squeal at pitches that make dogs whine and bats implode. The kids spend all their lives in their back garden, i.e. a thin fence separates them between continued squealing and my unholy rage. Their mother watches TV all day every day, their father to hear him speak is exceptionally challenged in the intelligence department. Neither parent seems to work, which makes me wonder how the fuck they live there.

I despise them all, they are oxygen thieves, gloopy DNA that should not exist.

[Strudel]

You're best having a word with them about it and if there's no end in sight you can have a word with the council under the Noise Act

[arqueturus]

I have a triumvirate of neighbours, living on the corner of a V-shaped street. Two are very nice, the third is a collective of Satan's arse detritus. They have two kids, who do nothing except squeal at pitches that make dogs whine and bats implode. The kids spend all their lives in their back garden, i.e. a thin fence separates them between continued squealing and my unholy rage. Their mother watches TV all day every day, their father to hear him speak is exceptionally challenged in the intelligence department. Neither parent seems to work, which makes me wonder how the fuck they live there.

I despise them all, they are oxygen thieves, gloopy DNA that should not exist.

I await Stormbringer's preaching of moderation on this one.

[Rossell]

My utter fear of confrontation. I'll give you an example :

Back on my Berlin trip, I got on the RB train to head in from the airport. Saw what looked like a small sixth form ish excursion with some teenagers and a teacher (I think, he seemed a bit official). After sitting down and them being the only English speakers I tried to make some convo (it was a long day at that point and really hot).

So I asked where they were going, implying where in Berlin. One looked me dead in the eye and in a condescending fashion "... Berlin"

Thankfully the teacher then explained they were heading for charlottenburg palace which would've been a nicer answer.

Still, part of me wishes at that point I'd called it out like "Oh, so we're not on the train to fucking Barcelona then? You little shit."

[Wrathbone]

The assholes in the house next door. For the past 4 months or so they've been building a garden shed. Work is only done at the weekends and involves hammering, a high pitched table saw, drilling and yesterday a nail gun. For 4 fucking months starting at 8am until dark this goes on. They biggest question (apart from why no one has murdered them) is how the fuck does it take 4 months to build a shed?

They also have a yappy dog and a child that perpetually whines.

Smouldering rage dwells within me

God, I had a neighbour who did that for a year. Not a shed - he’d bought the house to renovate and then sell for profit, but the amount of racket he caused every sodding weekend drove me crazy. He was a right shit, always suggesting things I could do to my own house to increase the value, as though I had the money, expertise or desire to do any of it. When he came to selling he had the gall to ask me to wash my car, which I politely agreed to, then went for a drive through some mud instead and opted not to wash it.

[Strudel]

Idiots who think it's fine to dump their bag on you when you're on public transport. No, the seat is not big enough for you to sit on it and have your bag next to you because now you're just leaving it on my knee. Move your fucking bag and either keep it on your lap or put it on the floor between your feet.

[Stormbringer]

I have a triumvirate of neighbours, living on the corner of a V-shaped street. Two are very nice, the third is a collective of Satan's arse detritus. They have two kids, who do nothing except squeal at pitches that make dogs whine and bats implode. The kids spend all their lives in their back garden, i.e. a thin fence separates them between continued squealing and my unholy rage. Their mother watches TV all day every day, their father to hear him speak is exceptionally challenged in the intelligence department. Neither parent seems to work, which makes me wonder how the fuck they live there.

I despise them all, they are oxygen thieves, gloopy DNA that should not exist.

I await Stormbringer's preaching of moderation on this one.

Glad to hear it, because you seem to need it more than most.

As annoying as neighbours can be (I know this, for my house is semi-detached to a semi-dysfunctional family who play thudding music through the wall into the small hours of the morning, and invite about fifty people into their standard-sized three-bedroom semi-detached house, to party and sing at the top of their drunken voices, even though they know we have three infants who need to sleep), everyone is made of "gloopy DNA" if you want to look at life in those terms, and nobody has a right to decide who and should not exist. Unless you're looking to enroll in the Schutzstaffel, that is.

[Stormbringer]

Idiots who think it's fine to dump their bag on you when you're on public transport. No, the seat is not big enough for you to sit on it and have your bag next to you because now you're just leaving it on my knee. Move your fucking bag and either keep it on your lap or put it on the floor between your feet.

People literally place their bag on your lap on public transport?

I've never come across that, thankfully. My experience is more that the passenger with the bag is already in the seat, staring out of the window, when you board the vehicle. Their bag is on the seat next to them, and somehow the bag-owner seems to think the bag qualifies as a human being who has a right to occupy the seat. The very fact that you have to ASK the passenger if they'd mind moving their bag shows their utter, utter selfishness and contempt for others.

[arqueturus]

I have a triumvirate of neighbours, living on the corner of a V-shaped street. Two are very nice, the third is a collective of Satan's arse detritus. They have two kids, who do nothing except squeal at pitches that make dogs whine and bats implode. The kids spend all their lives in their back garden, i.e. a thin fence separates them between continued squealing and my unholy rage. Their mother watches TV all day every day, their father to hear him speak is exceptionally challenged in the intelligence department. Neither parent seems to work, which makes me wonder how the fuck they live there.

I despise them all, they are oxygen thieves, gloopy DNA that should not exist.

I await Stormbringer's preaching of moderation on this one.

Glad to hear it, because you seem to need it more than most.

I'm sorry Stormbringer, you aren't comprehending what a Room 101 is for. It's where things are put that you never want to see again. The idea is to vent, call people cunts, whatever. The idea is not to be a milksop preaching temperance, using logic or otherwise. It's about stron vehement opinion. Stop try to change people opinion or reactions. I think it's fair to say that we all deliberately exaggerate in here - for hilarity sake and sanity's sake. If you can't handle it and accept that then I'd suggest not coming in here an reading the posts.

[Strudel]

Idiots who think it's fine to dump their bag on you when you're on public transport. No, the seat is not big enough for you to sit on it and have your bag next to you because now you're just leaving it on my knee. Move your fucking bag and either keep it on your lap or put it on the floor between your feet.

People literally place their bag on your lap on public transport?

It's usually (but not always) a woman with a handbag, who rather than take it off their arm and put it in their lap, just tries to shuffle onto the seat and then the offending bag is shunted into the side of me/onto my lap.

[Wrathbone]

Having to sign cards at work (and often throw some cash in). It used to be just for people leaving or possibly if they'd had a baby, but now we've descended into doing birthday cards and it can fuck right off. My sentiment used to be a casual "happy birthday", but now it's more "if you don't bring cakes in on your birthday then I will silently spurn you until one of us stops working here."

[Stormbringer]

In exactly the same boat here. I wondered if it was just something that developed in our office. Apparently not!

[Snowy]

I have a triumvirate of neighbours, living on the corner of a V-shaped street. Two are very nice, the third is a collective of Satan's arse detritus. They have two kids, who do nothing except squeal at pitches that make dogs whine and bats implode. The kids spend all their lives in their back garden, i.e. a thin fence separates them between continued squealing and my unholy rage. Their mother watches TV all day every day, their father to hear him speak is exceptionally challenged in the intelligence department. Neither parent seems to work, which makes me wonder how the fuck they live there.

I despise them all, they are oxygen thieves, gloopy DNA that should not exist.

I await Stormbringer's preaching of moderation on this one.

Glad to hear it, because you seem to need it more than most.

As annoying as neighbours can be (I know this, for my house is semi-detached to a semi-dysfunctional family who play thudding music through the wall into the small hours of the morning, and invite about fifty people into their standard-sized three-bedroom semi-detached house, to party and sing at the top of their drunken voices, even though they know we have three infants who need to sleep), everyone is made of "gloopy DNA" if you want to look at life in those terms, and nobody has a right to decide who and should not exist. Unless you're looking to enroll in the Schutzstaffel, that is.

I'm not being literal Doug, merely venting in as colourful a manner as I can manage between friends on a forum

[Stormbringer]

Yeah, I usually give you some slack because you're Snowy, and we go back many, many years now, but arqueturus was begging for a sermon, apparently.